#that everyone was in love with and terrified of all at the same time

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˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ all you want - itoshi rin.

in which: rin finds out what he is most terrified of.

themes - sfw. not proofread. gender neutral (i believe, lemme know if im wrong). rin is a loser in love so yay. | wc 0.6k

itoshi rin is an intimidating man. his tall silhouette adds to his unapproachable persona, which he embodies with a glued sore expression, almost always looking as if ready for slaughter. (he is)

rin himself has been aware of this fact; it is hard not to be after years of noticing the small mannerisms of nervousness people only tend to carry around him. he feels bad about it sometimes, but, oh well.

with such a demeanor, rin has the confidence to rarely ever think of what might spook him. truthfully, he cannot be blamed either. this man watches horror movies as a hobby, claiming "it's the only media that interests him". forget fictional horror, he isn't even bothered by realistic sights of blood, be it his own or somebody else's; a very small part of the reason why he didn't think twice before swinging at shidou during practice today.

itoshi rin terrifies everyone and is never terrified of anyone.

so why, why is he shaking in his boots right now at the sight of your stern expression?

"rin."

he held his breath, mentally preparing himself to confront the storm ahead.

"you forgot to buy strawberries."

crap. the ingredient had completely slipped his mind.

"sorry," he sighed, in transparent defeat. "i remembered your text after arriving."

"it's okay," you went back to shuffling through drawers like your usual self. except, it wasn't usual to rin. your cheeky smile he adored so much became replaced with a pout today.

no no no—please don't be sad. not over strawberries.

"i'll go back and get them right now," he shuffled in his trouser pockets for his car keys, determined to get you those red little troublemakers.

your hand clutched a flap of his jacket before he got moving. "rin, it's okay. really."

"i'll be back shortly," he glared daggers into your hand restricting him—conflicted if he is in a position to remove any willing touch you provided him at the moment.

he hoped you would just let go—which you did. but now, it wasn't just a hand clinging to him. it was your entire being.

"you don't have to," you hugged him, murmuring sentences with the same look from before.

itoshi rin sighed, his second time today, but this was out of pure endearment. "then stop looking so upset, dumbass."

though his words carried a harsh stream, his tender hands cupping your jaw contradicted all the possible roughness.

"i'm not upset," you claimed. "you're pouting," he swiped a thumb across your slightly fluffed up lips to prove a point you seemed to be missing. "well, i just wanted to make those cupcakes."

the stoic man's heart clutched again at your painfully adorable wish. slowly, he leaned to press his forehead against yours. "so, let me get them."

at his adamancy, you chuckled, a sound that melted away the tension in the room. "baby, you really don't have to go back for strawberries. i can survive a night without them."

"i know you can," he left a quick kiss on your lips. "but, i want you to have everything you want. especially the little things."

perhaps you grew accustomed to his physical affection, but his verbal love still held you captive after all this time. long gone were the sweetly sour fruits from your mind, all it consisted of was itoshi rin.

"what if i want something not so little?" you tip-toed to reach your boyfriend towering over you.

immediately, getting your cue, he grabbed on to your figure, bringing his lips to align with yours passionately.

"can give you that too."

10:30 am.

the next morning, as sunshine spilled through the kitchen windows, you found a crimson surprise awaiting you at the counter. three full containers of strawberries had been neatly arranged in a column and residing beside them were a pair of oven mitts. the last thing he left for you to spot was a note attached to the thermal gloves.

"for your cupcakes. don't burn yourself." — rin itoshi.

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Most Extra II

Read Most here | ~2.8k words

Warnings: angsty and a little fluffy

Summary: Harry hates Lauren and doesn't know how to convince her that she should too.

Harry was speeding. Beeping like an obnoxious driver in their little town where anyone who looked over would know it was Harry. But he was terrified. Truly terrified of whatever Lauren would or could say to her.

How dare she. After Harry was kind enough to not tell his sweet angel about her horrible ex-friend. He didn’t tell anyone. Not even Sarah (although he knew she suspected more than anyone). He didn't ruin her reputation for being a horrible person. All she had to do was quietly ignore her and leave them the hell alone for the rest of their lives.

But Harry got a text from Louis saying he and Eleanor were heading out and they were insistent, but she refused to go with them. The kind, stubborn lady she was. Instead, she was going to make sure Lauren got home safely.

Harry hated Lauren. Preying upon her sweet kindness once more. Harry knew from experience it was difficult (next to impossible) to convince her Eleanor and Louis would be happy to stay with her. He could hear her saying that it was late, and she didn’t mind waiting. She was going to be up until Harry got home anyway. Arguing with her was futile,

Harry pressed her contact again wanting to scream when it went to voicemail again.

What if it was too late?

What if Lauren was telling her she wasn’t enough again, and that Harry deserved more? His heart was in his throat, sweat dotted his hairline, and his stomach felt like it was about to reject his dinner. He hated being a firefighter. At least in that moment he hated it. It wasn’t fair he had to work odd hours and couldn’t be by her side to usher her out of the restaurant when she refused to leave her old friend.

He hated Eleanor and Louis while he was at it.

And the phone company since it was clear her phone was dead or she had already blocked him.

Plus, the traffic light that refused to turn green.

In that moment Harry hated everything that wasn’t her.

Fortunately, he had one rational brain cell still functioning in his mind. Her phone was just dead. Lauren wasn’t stupid enough to try the same thing a second time. Regardless, she had too much stuff in their house. It would be enough to slow her down from leaving in the middle of the night. It had to be. It would give him enough time to be there in case she tried to leave. He would beg. Sob. Scream. Whatever he had to do to keep her. To assure her she was enough. That she was more than enough.

Harry parked at the end of the short road. He was almost certain his door didn’t fully close and if the key was still in the ignition, he wouldn’t be surprised either. He took off sprinting up the sidewalk toward where a crowd of people were waiting to get into the restaurant for the live music and good food and dancing.

The whole lot of his friend group had gone earlier in the evening (except Harry because he was working) and everyone had left at a reasonable hour except for the three of them. She had sent him updates throughout the evening and told him that her phone appeared to not hold its charge, or she left her flashlight on again draining the battery. But she loved him, and she would text once she was home, and it was charged. At the time he didn’t mind at all. It was kind she sent such thoughtful messages to assuage any future worry when she didn’t answer. Harry wasn’t a controlling boyfriend (or he hoped he wasn’t) but the worry he felt over her ate at him frequently, and badly.

By the time his shift was ending he still didn’t have a message from her, but instead one from Louis. A voice memo muffled by the sound of a door closing. We tried to stay with her, but you know how she is. She’s just making sure Lauren gets home safe. She said she’ll Uber or get a ride home with her coworker.

Harry felt like she was in danger the same way when he scaled her apartment building. He sped, he beeped and was now running to find her. Hoping it wasn’t too late.

“Harry?” her sweet voice interrupted his nightmare of her leaving again. He skidded to a stop and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Lauren hanging onto her just like she used to when she drank too much. "Are you okay, baby?" She asked her eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

He swallowed the emotion in his throat at the word baby. She was there. She was safe. She didn't sound like she was leaving. "Yeah," he shook his head. "I uh..." he bit his lip.

"My... my phone did die."

Lauren avoided Harry's gaze, which was easy enough for her because she looked like she was about to throw up so she was probably actively focusing on that. "What are you...?" He started then shook his head.

"Lauren's other friend is coming to pick her up. She was insistent. I even offered to Uber home with her. But she's not doing so well," she frowned. "Lo, you still with me?" She asked.

The girl he hated, really truly hated, nodded once. Harry wanted to scream still. "Her phone is likely in her friend's car, otherwise I would have called you. You didn't need to rush down. Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

He nodded trying to keep any semblance of cool and collected he had etched on his face. But it was nearly impossible. "M'fine. Jus’ got worried..." he rubbed the back of his head. "Where's her friend?" Harry wanted out of this nightmare and away from Lauren as soon as possible. But even though he hated her, he didn’t want something to happen to her because she was drunk and unable to stand on her own.

"She’ll be here any minute. She was ten minutes out ten minutes ago when we called from the bar."

"Do y’need t’go back in?"

She shook her head. "I told Eleanor and Louis I would just Uber or catch a ride with Lo," she explained. "Lo, you doing okay?" She stroked her hair from her face softly. Like the sweet best friend she always was way back when. "Poor thing," she frowned as Lauren nodded once more. “You got out a little early? I thought I was going to beat you home still.”

Harry didn’t want to tell her that he basically told the squad he was feeling sick, maybe it was food poisoning, and he wanted to be in the comfort of his own home when that happened.

Harry still felt nauseous anyway. Maybe he would throw up when they got home. All that anxiety and frustration. At least it seemed that Lauren was unable to speak. Unable to say anything to cause doubt or ruin his life all over again.

"Can I take y'home?" He asked.

She giggled. It was such a musical, magical sound. It made some of the worry release from the grip around his heart and throat. His shoulders untensed. She was so cute, and he loved her so much. Even when he was anxious, it was enough to settle him some. That sweet smile, her kind eyes, and that beautiful giggle. "I would hope so," she bit her lip. "Unless you want me to Uber home."

Harry wanted to handcuff her to his side. But he thought driving her home would be sufficient.

For now.

*

The second he closed the front door, Harry pressed his body flat against it, caging her against the door and his chest. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She wrapped her arms around his waist. Barely flinching. As if he did this all the time. “Baby, you're making me nervous. Why are you so upset?”

His face was pressed to the crook of her neck like he was hiding there. Harry had a good mind to hide there and never let her go. He shook his head. “S'nothing. M'fine”

“This is not very convincing, baby,” she whispered and combed her fingers through his hair. She inhaled deeply against his head and then kissed at what she could reach which was part of his ear and some of his head. “I’m sorry about my phone. I didn’t mean to worry you—”

“Can y’do me a favor? No questions asked?” He asked into her skin.

“Harry?”

“You trust me?”

“Yes of course—"

“Don’t talk to Lauren. Ever. Please.”

"Wait," she frowned, gently pushed trying to get a look at him. But he didn’t budge. Like he didn’t want to look at her when he asked because it was too much or something. "Harry, that's kind of a weird thing to—"

"No questions, kitten. Please, M’begging,” his voice was so quiet, almost cracking as he spoke into her neck.

She pushed him away again, a little firmer this time, just far enough that she could get a good look at his face. His features pinched with anxiety. His eyes looked so sad. "Harry—"

"Baby please," he pleaded. "I won't ever ask you t’blindly trust me again ‘bout anything. Just this. Please."

Her heart felt sad. His anxiety made her feel sick. She frowned, cupped his cheek. He turned quickly and brushed his lips along her palm. Of course she trusted him. With her entire life. Blindly, all the time. He scaled a whole building to save her life. He could ask her anything and she would trust him. "Okay, okay,” she brushed her thumb along his skin hoping it would soothe the anxiety in his expression. "Whatever you say, baby." Harry pulled her back into his embrace, her face snug against his shirt. His nose bumped against her skull as he kissed the top of her hair. "I blindly trust you," she assured him, muffled by his body holding her tight. "I was just a little surprised was all."

He nodded silently. Not wanting to say anything more. He wanted Lauren to remain a nice memory for her. A friend that no longer served her purpose—someone she outgrew and nothing more. "Are you always going to hug me like this when my phone dies?" She asked. “I’m sorry I worried you so much, baby. I didn’t mean to.”

"I ordered y’a portable charger when y’told me it was dying hours ago. It’ll be here tomorrow," he murmured into her hair not letting go of her even slightly.

She giggled. Continued to hold onto him, and let Harry take whatever he was getting from this hug against the front door when there was a perfectly good couch and bed nearby. But he seemed to need this.

*

The following morning, she tapped gently against his arm. "Harry, baby?" She whispered. "I need to pee." He moaned softly. "M'sorry."

He shook his head and slid to sit up against the headboard. He rubbed his eye. "S'okay."

"I'll come right back."

"No, s'okay. We can get up," he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. He could make her breakfast or have her be his breakfast.

"Well, I want to snuggle longer," she frowned getting out of bed and putting a sweatshirt over her frame. It was too big. The static from putting it on made her hair frizz in front of her face. She didn't move it. Which only made Harry love her more. She was adorable.

"Well, I'll be here," he promised.

She hurried into the bathroom and then before Harry could fall asleep, she was back. She situated herself between his legs pressing her back against his chest and holding his hands in hers. The sleeves of her sweatshirt got in the way a bit, so Harry pushed the long sleeves up her wrists. It melted her and Harry kissed the top of her head. "Y'okay, baby?" He asked. She nodded, twisting their fingers together. Then holding his left hand and tracing his palm with no pattern in mind.

"Can you tell me why?" She asked.

"Tell you why what?"

She sighed. "I know you said no question asked. But... it has nothing to do with my trust in you. But... Sarah said something to me a few weeks ago and I don't know... I'll let it go if you really want me to. But... I'd like to know. If you can tell me... I don’t even see her anymore and honestly, I’m not sure why... but... Why can’t I talk to Lauren?"

He tilted his head up and sighed. It was unfair of him to give her a directive like that. She was an adult and could do whatever she wanted. Harry didn’t want to be controlling, and this was not the way to do it. "Okay," he took a deep breath. She was utterly patient. Waited while Harry tried to form the words. Words he didn’t want to say or relive. "Do y'remember our first date when y'got back?"

"You mean having sex in your car?"

He smiled fondly and nosed at the back of her head. He was glad she remembered such a lovely detail. "Y'said something t'me. That I deserved more than you," he squeezed her hand in his. It was a little easier to have this conversation while she wasn’t looking directly at him. It might have made him cry to relive all of it and think about what happened because of what Lauren said.

"I still think that, if I'm being honest."

Harry winced. Gently he turned her in his lap so he could look at her. "Baby," he frowned. "S'not even a little funny."

She reflected his frown with her own. "Harry...” she sighed. “Tell me what happened,” she whispered.

"I was grabbing y'a coffee after m'shift. Before the fire. Lauren said the same thing. I deserved so much more than her. S'exactly what she said and maybe if either of you used a different phrase I might not have noticed. But... y'didn't get there on your own, kitten, did you? I adored you and m'confident y'knew that. So she did it, didn't she? She told you that y'weren't enough," he swallowed hard, his voice breaking. "She made y'feel like y'weren't enough for me."

"Harry," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Stop, I'm here."

"But you weren't. I felt so alone and sad and kitten, it wasn't fair."

She winced. "I know."

"I hate Lauren."

"Harry," she brought a hand to his cheek and ran her thumb over his cheek, rough with the scruffy starting of a beard (or whatever he chose to call what grew on his baby face. "I'm the one that listened. I'm the one that left."

"But she knew y'would do that. She knew y'loved me so much y'would go because I think I would have done the same thing... I want you t'have everything. Even if that means I don't have you."

She looked down at his chest, terrified to make eye contact. "I know," she whispered.

"I'll never forgive her," Harry promised. "For making y'feel like less. For making y'feel like y'didn't deserve love and t'be happy. For making y'think I would ever stop loving you," he pressed his mouth over hers. A tear rolled down her cheek and got caught in the kiss. Harry pulled away and swiped at it with his finger. "You're my favorite person, kitten."

"You're mine," she breathed. "I'm sorry I listened to her."

"Y'thought it was the right thing t'do. I don't fault y'for that. I wish y'told me; that will always make me sad that y'didn't want t'tell me," his voice ached with longing.

"If I told you, you wouldn't have let me leave."

A wry chuckle escaped him. "I would have had a hell of a time convincing you t'stay," a forlorn smile graced his lips.

She smiled shyly. "Yeah?"

"Probably would have kissed you 'til y'believed me. Handcuffed you t'me," he chuckled. "Or m'bed."

"I'm sure Anne would have loved that."

"She would have handcuffed you too," he rolled his eyes.

She giggled and then dropped her face to his chest. "You smell good."

"Mmm."

"I love you," she whispered. He buried his face in her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, too.”

“I love you more,” she teased, and he smiled against her head. It still felt like a dream that she was in his bed and that she loved him. That she was back and all his and they would have forever.

Harry decided breakfast could wait if he could kiss her and hold her like this for a while. “I love you most.”

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@sweet-s0rr0w made the most beautiful post about drarry celebrating christmas in her fics, so I took a stab at it, too. Merry christmas and happy holidays all!

OORU drarry spend Christmas Eve with the Malfoys—formal, stuffy, suffocating. Lucius and Narcissa are not fans of Harry but Draco has made it clear that if they are not both welcome, neither will attend. It’s all very polite and painful. Everyone is trying; no one is certain it’s worth it. Christmas Day, however, is spent with Sirius and Remus, and it’s perfect and cozy and all four of them take turns get embarrassingly sentimental about it: about finding a family and being that for each other and getting a bit weepy into his champagne. Harry loves how Draco fits in so well with his godfathers now. Harry is thinking he should ask Draco to move in with him; he feels the uncertain flare of that old fear of rejection when he considers it, finds it terrifying, and resolves to press on in spite of it.  

Gemini in Retrograde drarry are at Grimmauld, where Draco lives, with Scorpius home for the holidays. Scorpius still thinks it’s kind of gross that anyone would want to date his dad, but he’s also never had such a happy Christmas since before Narcissa died. They exchange presents on Christmas Eve; Draco and Scorprius shock each other by picking perfect presents for one another (it’s new, for them). Harry “helps” their house elf make dinner (marking the first time they’ve had an edible meal on Christmas in years). All three of them go to the Burrow for lunch on Christmas Day, the tradition that started the first year Harry and Draco were together. While Scorprius is still working up the courage to properly talk to Victoire, he has none of that shyness when it comes to pick-up Quidditch in the garden. Draco and Harry play, too—Draco flies all the time, now. Harry is still better than him. 

Isle of Ogygia drarry are at the lighthouse, still — ostensibly they’re both working on getting Draco’s sentence reduced, but both of them are more than a bit nervous about leaving the island when the time comes. Their communication about this difficult subject needs work. However, Christmas in the lighthouse is beautiful—the place has been transformed into a real home, and the spellwork has been smoothed out, and the Christmas tree that Neville helped Harry safely transport there is thriving. It’s storming outside, but it’s warm inside, and they have more food than they could possibly ever eat, and they end up not opening presents until the evening because they spend the whole day shagging. They both think they’re being very funny and clever and ended up getting each other the exact same dry, unreadable encyclopedias for Christmas. 

Löyly drarry spend every Christmas traveling somewhere new. They like to alternate between cold and warm destinations: cold places mean shopping at Christmas markets, hearty meals, and saunas if they can find them, and sex on rugs in front of blazing fireplaces; warm places mean dips in the ocean, and dinners and cold wine in the open-air, and Harry watching Draco's long, solid body turn pink in the sun in a way that makes him weak. Draco considers it his duty to become an expert in each country’s specific magical traditions; if there’s sex magic to be found, that’s all the better. Draco and Harry have been forbidden from returning to at least one country because of a public incident involving said sex magic. It was, they both think, worth it. 

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Those Eyes

Jinx x Fem Reader

Summary: what happened to you after jinx left? Who took care of you?

Warnings: get ready to cry it's going to be a lot of angst, aggression, attempted suicide, violence.

She left. She's dead. She is now gone. How could she leave you like that. She knew about your past, about your abandonment issues, how you were always scared that one day she was going to leave you behind like everyone else did. And yet she still did it. She said she loved you before she died and she still went through. After she died you drank and drank until your bones ached. And every time afterwards her sister would take care of you, Vi would help you. After all that was what her sister wanted, She wanted her sister to help the one that she loved most. But it really did nothing. Till the day of your anniversary, a couple years after she had died. You had found one of her old guns long time ago. Today was the day you could finally use it. You pointed it, you didn't care where it end as long as you didn't have to suffer the hell that was being without jinx. You pointed it and shot. You fell to the floor, and the only thing you heard before you passed out was screaming and yelling for help. All of it coming from one person's voice, The one person that took care of you all those years, and still tried, Vi. The next thing you knew you woke up in a strange room with no memories before the age of six, and two people in that room. Two girls, one with spiky red and black hair parted to the side, and another girl with dark royal blue hair with an eye patch on her right eye. They came near you, tried to console you. But all you did was started screaming, yelling and smacking and hitting. Everyone who came near you was hit scratched or bit. Till the doctors and the nurses came, and they knocked you out. Next thing you knew is when you woke up in the same room but you heard people talking. They were talking about you and your condition. You were a smart girl, at a young age. You understood what they were talking about. "What I think happened to me is a defensive mechanisure the mind puts if it believes that the current situation the person is in is too dangerous. Or in other words I forgot everything, I don't remember anything after I turned six." You are smart, especially for growing up in zuan. You are transferred to a different place. One where it had lots of people like you, a place filled with people with mental trouble. You didn't see those two girls for a while, well till your doctors considered it safe for them to visit. And when they did you were so polite and kind to them, The child you were never able to be in zuan. You acted like a kid with them, the child you were never able to be. But one day Jinx came back, demanding that she wanted to see you again, but when she did, you just freaked out. You looked at her terrified, scared out of your mind, like she was going to hurt you. Whenever she came near you you would start yelling, hissing, screaming scratching, biting, hitting. And every time what would be going through her mind was two things, 'Don't look at me with those eyes', and 'I did this and I am so sorry'. The only thing she was ever able to see of you was your happiness, the look in your eyes she used to only see. The look that was once reserved for her. That look of happiness in your eyes. She was jealous, jealous of her sister and Caitlyn, of the fact that they could go near you and you would be smiling and happy to see them. But if she came near you you would start screaming and crying. She hated that. The fact that she couldn't see your smile anymore. The fact that she couldn't hold you in her arms anymore. It all broke her. And she missed you. And she regretted leaving without you.

[faghubby]

New Years Party

"I don't care, I am tired of everyone thinking I am a cheating bitch" Lynn told me. She had informed me she had invited Brent to our New Year Eve party. Brent was the guy she had been cuckolding me with for the past 15 months. It had started when I confessed that I wanted to see her get fucked by a well hung man for my birthday. After some discussion she made it happen. I watched as some guy she met online fucked her silly with a thick 8 inch cock. After that she was hooked. Although I didn't get to watch. Sometimes I got a video or Pic. But she was much more comfortable with me not there.

Then she met Brent. He was a nice guy. We had even taken him with us on our vacation to Mexico a few months ago. I got to watch Lynn take all 9 inches of his cock down her throat. They also let me watch as Brent fucked her up against a building as people walked by. It was all sex between them. After she would come to me to cuddle and be held. We had not had sex since the very first time she cucked me. Almost 2 years ago. I settled for a handjobs. On my birthday and anniversary. Occasionally another thrown in. Mostly she liked when I took care of it myself as she cuddled with me. Or jumped her leg as I licked her pussy. We had played with me eating my own cum. Lynn told me I could if I wanted to. But she didn't care either way. As for cream pies they always used a condom.

But even as discreet as we tried go be, people had seen Lynn out with Brent. My mother pulled me aside on Christmas to tell me Lynn was having an affair.

"Lynn please they won't understand" I pleaded.

"So I am the freak. You are the one who wanted me to find a lover" Lynn spat. I was rock hard at the thought of being exposed but at the same time terrified. Everyone we knew would be at the party. Maybe it would be okay, I could explain they where just good friends.

Lynn went to see Brent that very night. I masterbated to the thought of being exposed in front of everyone. Lynn came home with a wierd look on her face. I was already in bed reading.

"I did something" she smirked. She pulled up her skirt and her panties where soaked. "We didn't use a condom. She climbed on top of me she hovered herself right above my head.

"What do you think?" She asked I grabbed her and pulled her to me I sucked and licked her dirty panties. She lifted herself again and I tore her panties off. She dropped and let me clean Brent's from her. I was humping the air as I did. I couldn't get enough. Even after I had gotten all of Brent's spank out of her I didn't stop. Until she came three times.

"OH my god I am never using a condom again" she gasped catching her breath. "You didn't tell me you loved cum so much" she laughed as my dick bobbed in the air still. She grabbed my dick and stroked me. It only took a few strokes and I exploded. She caught some and had me lick her hand.

"It's all stuck in your hair. Maybe you should shave it so next time you can eat it all" Lynn told me. Getting up to get ready for bed. I was still up when she returned.

"Paul would you eat Brent's sperm out of my ass as well?" She asked.

I had not even know she had let Brent have her ass. She had never let me.

"I guess if you" I said meekly.

"Really, Brent loves taking me anally. Just thought you say no" she laughed. "Guess have to buy some edible lube then" then turned out the light.

In the shower the next morning I shaved my pubic hair off. When I came out Lynn noticed.

"Is there any other things you like to try, and are afraid to tell me?" Lynn asked. She was being very understanding she truly wanted to know. I just shook my head no.

"Are you sure, would you like me to play with your ass?" She smirked. I turned and looked at her. "Would you like to suck Brent's big cock?" She asked. "Maybe wear some of my things, panties prehaps?" I just shook my head. But made me think. Lynn didn't push it just kissed me good morning and went to make breakfast.

We had alot of work to do to get set up for the party tonight. Andy, Lynns sister and her husband Tom came over to help. I knew Lynn had told Andy everything. So I wasn't surprised when I walked in to them whispering about me eating Brent's cum.

"Welcome to the club" Andy smiled. "Should reconsider some nice soft panties" she laughed. I looked around panicked wondering where Tom was. Andy saw my nervousness "Don't worry I don't keep secrets from Tom" she smirked as I went pale. Who else knew?

I spent the rest of the day wondering what Tom thought about me. As usual my Mom arrived early. She gave Lynn the cold shoulder. I was busy playing host when Brent arrived it was about 11. Lynn ran over and gave him a big long kiss. Making several people stop and take notice. Lynn then lead him around the room introducing him to everyone as her lover. My mother rushed over to me.

"Stop her, the tramp is airing all your dirty laundry" my mother told me. Before I could respond Lynn walked up to us.

"Mary, I like you to meet the man your son begs me to sleep with" she leaned in and whispered something in my mother's ear. My mother excepted Brent's hand.

"Lynn I owe you an apology" my mother told her.

"Nonsense, anyone would of thought the same thing" Lynn told her. They all ignored me.

"I wonder if I should of had him talk to someone as a child when I caught him trying on my things" my mother whispered. I blushed as Lynn's eyes lit up.

"More secrets?" She smiled and shuffled off with Brent.

"Come with me" my mother ushered me upstairs. "You should of told me you couldn't satisfy Lynn. Did you think I wouldn't understand that" my mother told me. "Well now everyone knows so no more misunderstandings"

"I am sorry mom, I just" I almost started to cry.

"Brent seems like a very capable handsome man. So no worry about me getting any grandchildren" she told me. And went back downstairs. I was stunned my mother not only was okay with this she wanted grandkids from Brent? Before I could get myself together and head back downstairs. Andy barged in.

"Where is Lynn's panty drawer?" She asked me. Surprised I just pointed to the closet. She grabbed my hand.

"Pick one out?" She told me.

"For what?" I asked

"To wear, silly." She told me.

"Andy I am not wearing panties" I told her. She shoved her hand down my pants.

"When was the last time she touched you?" I was rock hard as my sister in law held my dick. "It's not very big. And feels like my finger is fatter then it. Lynn didn't tell me you shaved" she laughed.

"Pick out a pair" she smiled. I picked out a pair of black satin ones I loved when Lynn wore them. Andy pulled my pants and underwear down. She watched as I changed into Lynn's panties. She then lifted her skirt. And pushed my head to her crotch.

"Do you like my panties?" She asked. I licked her panties.

"Stop that, I am your sister in law. And I have a very satisfying husband" she told me.

"Should I make you go back downstairs or wait here till midnight. I think wait here for Lynn wearing just her panties. I locked the door after Andy left and sat there listening to the party. Hearing the countdown. Then a knock on the door.

"Paul, it's Lynn" I unlocked the door. Lynn quickly closed it behind her. She kissed me.

"I missed you for the kiss" she told me stepping back to admire me in her panties.

"Paul, you can wear my things any time you like. Or we could get you your own that fit better." She assured me. "Now Brent is spending the night. So you can sleep in the spare room." She told me. "I think Fran and Jack are staying over a bit to much to drink" she rubbed me thru the panties. "I want you to not play with this. Until you see me again in the morning. I will wake you up full of Brent's cum." She told me.

"Now I know you licked Andy, so as punishment I want you to kneel right here" I knelt down and Brent walked in.

"Lick his big cock" Lynn told me. I panicked as Brent pulled his cock out. "Shh you don't have to suck it just give it a kiss" she told me. I leaned in and gave it a peck. Lynn looked at me disappointed so I leaned in again and licked it from the base to the head and kissed the tip. I stood up.

"Thank you for all the pleasure you bring my wife" I said to Brent then rushed to the spare bedroom just wearing the satin panties. Between the drinking and stress I fell asleep immediately. I woke to the sun shinning in the room as Lynn climbed on the small twin bed. And lowered herself to my eagerly waiting tounge.

"Everyone knows now baby, so no need to hide anything anymore" Lynn told me as she spun around I continued to orally please her she teased me thru the satin panties.

"Maybe you like to clean Brent's big cock next time too" she told me as I made a mess in the black satin panties.

[rottenfyre]

I got so into your batfam stories, I’ve actually gotten into reading the comics to better understand the universe! Honestly never thought I’d touch superhero stuff, but your writing is just so darn good I had to go learn more about these characters! Also I know you’ve got several series planned, but I was curious about that Dick x joker’s assistant one. Could you indulge us with a few of your ideas for that one? (If it’s not spoiling anything!) the concept is just so good

Awwww, thank you! 🥰 First of all, I’m so happy you’re enjoying the stories enough to dive into the comics! It really means the world to me that my writing has sparked that interest. As for the Dick x Joker’s assistant story, let me clarify because I actually have two different series involving Joker's sidekicks—one with Dick and the other with Jason. Since you’re asking about the Dick one, let me spill a little about Jester.

So, Jester is… complicated. She was this lonely kid growing up, the kind who was always a little “off,” and Joker saw that in her. He took her in, not because she was as crazy as he was (she’s not), but because she had this strange detachment from reality that he found fascinating. She’s unhinged in her own way, though—she doesn’t really understand the concept of good or bad. To her, the world is like one big storybook where rules don’t apply, and everyone’s just playing their part. That’s why Joker adores her; she operates in her own little bubble of logic, completely removed from societal norms.

She’s untainted by traditional human logic and morality. To her, Joker is just a misunderstood "mad king," and she’s his pretty princess.

She met Dick for the first time when she was about 10. At that point, she wasn’t Jester yet, just this weird little kid who accidentally crossed paths with him while he was fighting crime. Dick saved her during the chaos, and for her, it was like a fairytale moment. Here’s this ridiculously pretty boy with an even prettier voice, swooping in like a literal prince, and she’s immediately smitten. Even though it’s just a brief moment, and in her eyes, he becomes this impossibly beautiful and noble "prince."

Fast-forward to later that same year—she’s now Jester, Joker’s official sidekick, and runs into Robin again. It’s chaos everywhere—Joker and Batman are tearing each other apart in their usual deadly dance, but then you’ve got Robin and Jester off to the side, having this completely bizarre and awkward “high school girl confessing to her crush” scene. She’s carefree, bubbly, and genuinely just wants to be friends with him. Meanwhile, Dick’s all serious and professional, probably trying to figure out if she’s an actual threat or just delusional. (Spoiler: It’s both.)

Her obsession with Dick escalates quickly—because in her mind, this is how love stories work. She doesn’t just want to be his friend; she wants him to be hers forever. So naturally, her solution is to kidnap him and make him her “pretty bird.” She genuinely believes this is romantic. Like, why wouldn’t he love her back? Isn’t this how princesses and princes end up together? She dreams about marrying him, having kids, and living out their happily ever after.

The thing about Jester is that she doesn’t see herself as evil. She doesn’t even really understand what “evil” is. To her, everything she does—whether it’s breaking the law, hurting people, or abducting her “true love”—is just part of the story she’s living in. She doesn’t see it as wrong because she’s so disconnected from reality. She’s living in this fairytale bubble where everything she does makes perfect sense to her, no matter how horrifying it might actually be.

That’s what makes her so fascinating and, honestly, terrifying. She’s not malicious or cruel; she’s just completely untethered from reality. In her mind, she’s the heroine of this grand love story, and Dick is the prince who doesn’t realize he’s supposed to love her yet. It’s twisted and unhinged, but in her own warped way, it’s sincere.

Jester’s relationship with Joker is as twisted as you’d expect, but not in the way people might think. Joker didn’t raise her to be cruel or hateful—he didn’t even need to. She already had this skewed view of the world when he found her, and he simply encouraged it. To him, she was this bizarre, broken little doll who saw life through a kaleidoscope of whimsy and delusion. He adored how unpredictable she was, how she could smile sweetly at someone while holding a knife to their throat, not out of malice, but because she thought it was “funny.”

But Joker wasn’t a father figure to her. He was more like a mentor or a ringmaster in her eyes. She looked up to him, sure, but in the way a kid might look up to a magician who promises to show them how to make the impossible happen. He gave her attention and fed into her fantasies, but he didn’t care about her in a meaningful way. To Joker, she was just another toy—a fascinating one, but still a toy. And in her naivety, she didn’t see that. She thought their bond was special. That they were alike.

In reality, Joker kept her around because her complete detachment from reality amused him. She didn’t understand pain, fear, or consequence, and that made her a perfect wildcard. But when she started fixating on Robin, Joker didn’t stop her—he thought it was hilarious. He egged her on, treating her obsession with Dick like a soap opera to entertain himself. He probably even encouraged her fairytale delusions, mocking her behind her back but also supplying her with whatever she needed to chase her “happily ever after.”

And then there’s Dick. He was everything Joker wasn’t—kind, warm, heroic. The first time he saved her, she wasn’t just drawn to his looks or his bravery; she was drawn to the way he saw her. He didn’t look at her like she was a freak or a broken doll. He saw a scared kid and treated her like she was worth saving. For someone as lonely as Jester, that moment stuck with her. In her mind, it was love at first sight. He became her Prince Charming, her one bright light in an otherwise chaotic existence.

But Dick didn’t even remember her. To him, saving her was just another day as Robin. He had no idea he’d planted the seed of obsession in her mind. And when they crossed paths again, with her now as Jester, he didn’t recognize her at first. She was this eccentric, giggling enigma who acted like they were old friends—or more than friends. She flirted, teased, and acted as though they were already destined for each other. It confused him, but he also saw glimpses of that scared kid underneath the makeup and manic laughter.

What makes it heartbreaking is that Jester doesn’t understand the depth of her own loneliness. She doesn’t know how to express love in a healthy way, and she’s never had anyone teach her. Her fixation on Dick is less about him as a person and more about what he represents: stability, warmth, someone who sees her. She clings to her fantasies of marrying him, of building a life together, because it’s the only way she knows how to cope with the emptiness inside her. She doesn’t even realize how much she’s hurting him or herself in the process.

It’s both funny and kind of tragic because, deep down, she’s just a lonely kid who never learned how the real world works. Dick, being the compassionate guy he is, probably picks up on that, which only makes things more complicated. Her obsession is unrelenting, and she truly believes she’s the princess who will win her prince in the end, no matter what stands in her way.

Dick would probably feel pity for her. He’d try to reason with her, to help her see the world for what it is. But the more he tries to help, the more she doubles down on her delusions, convinced that he’s just playing hard to get or that the world is keeping them apart. It’s a tragic cycle: her chasing a love that’s not real, and Dick trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

[beef-brisket]

((That was fucking sick. I love it 😫))

The tv clicked off, and everyone at the hotel sat wide-eyed on the lobby couch. Charlie was crying, and Vaggie didn't know what to think.

Vaggie: T-That... t-that was Adam...

Lucifer sat on the stairs. He couldn't bear to watch he tv, Hearing it was bad enough.

No one had ever seen Alastor so quiet. He was fighting so hard against his forced smile that his face and neck were tense and twitching.

Angel was the first to stand and leave. With all three sets of arms wrapped tightly around himself. He quickly ran up the stairs, not giving the king even a glance. Not that Lucifer was looking.

It felt like time passed in silence. It wasn't that anyone was mourning Valentino. It was more the look Adam had when he was finished. Everyone knew the Commander of the Exorcists enjoyed what he did, but to see it up close.

It made them sick.

With a shaking hand, Charlie wiped her tears, and pulled Vaggie into her chest.

Charlie: D-Dad...?

His daughters voice snapped Lucifer out of his daze. He's never heard her sound so terrified, not since she accidentally saw an extermination.

Lucifer cleared his throat: Y-Yeah, sweetie?

Charlie: That was Adam- was it A-Adam who... h-hurt you?

Lucifer tensed. He didn't know what to say. It was completely barbaric that Adam of people would even be able to land a finger of him. But he did.

Lucifer: ...I can't lie to you, hun... as much as I want to.

Charlie nods, and leans her head on top of Vaggie.

Charlie: He'll come for us... won't he...?

Lucifer quickly stood and made his way over to his daughter, taking both her and Vaggie into his arms.

Lucifer: Hun, I-.

Charlie pushed him and Vaggie away. Her breathing was quick and uneven, and she started to pace the lobby.

Charlie: H-He hurt you! You're the only one who could have protected us, dad! And you can't! He's... he's... I don't know what he is!

Vaggie covered her ears and buried her head between her knees.

Husk was already on his third drink, and Alastor hasn't said a thing. Just stood in front of the television like a statue.

Lucifer tried to reach for his daughter: H-Hun, Charlie, please, I'll do my best- h-he just got the better of me, that's all- I can't take him, I swear! I can protect you!

Charlie: You can't, dad! He beat you! You can't do anything!

Lucifer pulled Charlie into a hug, and she collapsed to the floor, her arms around her father.

Lucifer: He won't come after us, Charlie. I promise.

Lucifer has never felt so uncertain about something in all of his existence. He's been so confident about everything. But this? This he could feel his pride thinning. He hated lying to his daughter.

Charlie nods and levels her breathing: Room 188.

Vaggie looks up: W-What love?

Charlie: We're staying together. Sleeping in the same room. Room 188. No one leaves, and no one enters. We stick together.

Vaggie: Love, Angel went upstairs. Alone.

Charlie tried not to panic: Okay- okay, we all go up and get him, okay? Anything suspicious or strange- or... anything, please say something. We... we need to be on guard.

Everyone nodded, but Alastor, he's fighting with his instinct to run and hide, but he couldn't risk being alone. If he loses his powers, he's useless.

Everyone arrived at Angel's door. It was slightly open and hushed sobs could be heard.

Charlie: Wait here everyone-.

Lucifer: Sweetie, you said we need to stick together-.

Charlie: I'm only going into the room, dad. It'll be okay. Angel doesn't need all of us crowding him.

After a few minutes, Charlie walked out with Angel, who was carrying Fat Nuggets and a few blankets.

Angel: So, sleep over, huh?

Vaggie: This isn't funny, Angel. Adam- he hurt Lucifer, no can stand against him-.

Angel: You're so dramatic toots. Fucking good on him. Alright, some of it sucks, but at the same time, he's helping people. I'm... I'm fucking free.

Charlie gave him a soft, fake smile. She's happy for Angel, but at the same time, she knew this was only the start.

At first, no one could sleep. The floor was covered in mattresses, and Charlie out a movie on.

Lucifer was the last to sleep. He kept his eyes on the dark. He felt so uneasy.

He never thought he'd be so scared of anything. And to think it was Adam, was soul crushing. Lucifer remembered the day the man first opened his eyes, Lucifer had never seen such green eyes before.

How could someone so innocent and sweet become this? Take joy in ending life, when he valued it so much in Eden?

Lucifer shot up and stared into a dark corner of the room. Started shaking. He wasn't even certain anything was there, but his body was already afraid.

He quickly looked behind him as he felt the air itself bend and distort, but there was nothing there.

Lucifer quickly and quietly made his way out of the room. He felt so suffocated and isolated at the same time.

Leaning against the wall in the darker than black hallway, Lucifer ran his hands down his face. He felt like he was slowly losing his mind.

Just as he was about to head in, he planned down the hall, and his eyes widened. His body froze. And his heart stopped.

He saw two golden dots, close to the ceiling.

Lucifer: ...a-adam...?

He hated how broken he sounded, how afraid. His muscles locked and refused to move. His eyes never left those golden dots.

Lucifer chuckled awkwardly. They didn't move, and no one answered him. It was probably one of the decorations catching the light.

Lucifer: S-Stupid... of course, it's not you...

Soft thumps could be heard from the end of the hallway. They were so quiet that Lucifer didn't even register them for a moment. But them, they got louder. And those golden dots started to move towards him.

Lucifer: N-No- you c-cant be here...

Lucifer started shaking but willed his arm up. His fear got worse the closer those thumps became.

By the time they were a few feet in front of him, Lucifer summoned hellfire to illustrate the hallway. He screamed when he saw Adam, and stumbled back. He had that sick smile on his face, his eyes focused on Lucifer.

Lucifer: No! N-No- Adam!

Adam said nothing and continued to walk towards him. Lucifer's eyes widened as he noticed the changes in his old friend and the hellfire didn't help.

He was definitely taller, his teeth sharper, and he had claws. He's so human, yet so monstrous.

Lucifer: L-Leave, Adam. P-please- m-my daughter- don't h-hurt her!

Adam: I love it when you're scared, Lucifer. You should be~.

Lucifer's blood ran cold, and the hellfire in his hand went out, leaving him and Adam in darkness. But Lucifer cod still see the golden eyes above him.

Then, they were gone. Lucifer was left with nothing but the deafening beating of his heart.

Lucifer: W-Where...? Adam-?!

He gasps as he feels a sharp sting corse through his head and down his neck. He reaches up and feels claws digging into his hair and start to drag him down the hallway.

Tormentor of souls au

Darkness surrounded him like a blanket. Only he was no way comfortable or felt safe. He felt fear grip him like iron as he tried to make even a sliver sense of his situation. He could barely a muscle, if he had any muscle to pull. It felt like he had nothing to move, was this what happened to the souls he exorcised? 

Were they to end up here for eternity, slowly being drove insane with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company? Adam couldn’t even try to open his mouth to speak, well he did try, but the only words that would escape from him were from within his mind. In his mind he sighed, he was just so tired, he didn’t have any strength to fight, to argue that he shouldn’t be here. Yet what exactly was the point? He’d only tire himself further out. 

He had to admit it, he was stuck here, for all eternity. Much the same as a sinner. 

That was when he saw it a flicker of light. Not just any light, a pure white light. A light that was so familiar, one that brought him joy when it spoke to him in his booming voice.

His creator 

“GREETINGS MY SON. IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE LAST SPOKE TO YOU AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE”

Adam didn’t care he was just so thankful to be in his creator’s presence.

“MY SON I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE LIVED A LIFE OF HARDSHIP AND THAT IT DID NOT STOP EVEN WHEN YOU PERISHED.” 

He tried to not flinch at that. Thinking about his first life brought too many unpleasant memories.

“THAT IS WHY IT BRINGS ME PAIN TO ASK YOU OF THIS, BUT I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE ONCE MORE. I KNOW OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THESE PAST FEW CENTURIES, AND I HAVE TO SAY THAT IT WAS NOT THE SOLUTION”

Adam could not believe what he was hearing. His own creator believed that they, the murderers and rapists, deserved to be redeemed!?

“HELL IS MEANT TO BE A PUNISHMENT, ETERNAL TORMENT OF THE SINS LUCIFER CORRUPTED WITH HIS WAY OF FREE WILL. HOWEVER MANY OF THEM DON’T SEE IT THAT WAY. TO THEM HELL IS MERELY A PLAYGROUND WHERE RULES NO LONGER MATTER. I HAVE SEEN TRUE MONSTROUS ACTS THE WICKED HAVE BROUGHT WITH THEM FROM LIFE. THEY CARRY IT MOST OUT ON THE TRUE CITIZENS OF HELL, THE ONES THAT HAD NO SAY IN BEING THERE OR NOT.”

The hell born, Adam thought taking in the Lord’s words

“I KNOW I AM NOT THEIR CREATOR, NOR DO THEY CALL ME FATHER, BUT I HAVE HEARD THEIR PLEAS FOR HELP TO BE SAVED FROM THE ACTS OF THE WICKED, OF ALL WICKED. UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE BORN DOWN THERE, BUT I CAN STOP THE SINNERS FROM HURTING THEM AND THAT IS WHERE I NEED YOUR HELP”

Adam had never put much thought into the hellborn. To him they were simply there and as long as they got in his way during the exterminations they weren’t a problem. There was the princess, but he didn’t really count her. He was curious however as to what the Lord wanted him to do.

“THE SINNERS NEED PUNISHMENT, AND THE HELL BORN NEED PROTECTION. YOU CAN BE THEIR PROTECTOR BY BECOMING THE PUNISHER.”

 With a simple snap of his creator’s fingers Adam felt something shift within him, in his very essence he changed. A warm feeling engulfed him whole and then he knew no more.

((Oh shit- I love everything about this! God needs to fuck off and let our boy rest!

Sorry this took me a hot second to get to- and I hope my reply does yours justice 😝))

Charlie is in full work mode and has been since the failed extermination ended. Since finding out Sir Pentious ended up in Heaven.

For months, she had been working hard. It was so hard that she somehow missed the latest gossip going around the Pride Ring.

Sinners ending up missing, only to resurface months later completely different. Scared. Traumatized.

Many didn't think much of it. This is Hell. There's always some crazy bastard out there doing shit.

But, it was when they became too scared to even function, too scared to ever be normal again, too scared that they would rather turn an angelic blade on themselves than to live with the possibility of going through whatever it is they've gone through.

Charlie was actually getting quite concerned. Especially when she heard Angel talking about it one night at Husks bar.

Angel: I fucking tell ya, kitty. People a shit scared. I've never seen the clubs so empty!

Husk shook his head: Must be the worst of the worst, huh?

Angel scoffed, downing his drink: Nah, babe. It's something else. It ain't no sinner.

Husk: Hellborn?

Angel: Those guys are freaky. Don't get me wrong, but their not THAT freaky. I had a client who said he was taken for three months. Three. That's fucking child's play. But the shit he said happened to him... fucking skinning, to pouring acid down his throat. Fuck mam, the sick ficker even dug around I'm his muscle and tendons!

Angel shook his head: There's something going on... even Val has lowered the workload.

Husk: Pft. Fuck. That's how you know it's serious.

Angel: Damn fucking right.

Charlie stood at the top of the stairs, listening to Angel's story. She was shocked but not surprised. She wasn't sure why this person has the sinners so scared, but sury it's nothing new.

She probably should make sure Al isn't behind this. She's only heard a few tales of his exploits so she wouldn't put it past him.

-

Alastor: Hm. So you've heard the rumors, too. While I'm flattered, I don't appreciate being confronted in such a way.

Vaggie: Just- fucking answer her, Alastor.

Alastor sighed, leaning on his cane: No, it's not me. I've been too busy here! And my kills stay dead when I'm finishing them~.

Charlie wasn't sure if she liked that answer, but it was good enough.

She apologized to Alastor, ams watched him leave.

Vaggie: ...I don't know, Charlie.

Charlie: I don't know either...

Vaggie: I'm sure it's nothing. Besides, you have more important things to deal with here, hun. You shouldn't get mixed up in sinner issues.

Charlie sighed: I know. I just... surely, it's a coincidence that this starts after the failed extermination... that was my fault. Simmered died because of me- I put my friends in danger! I feel like I owe it to everyone to at least try and solve it.

Vaggie smiled and pulled her girlfriend onto a soft hug.

Vaggie: I know you feel like that, hun. But you don't owe anyone anything... besides, if it's that bad, you could just ask Lucifer. He said he was looking for something to do.

Charlie: Hm... that's... a good idea, actually! I'll get dad on the case!

-

Lucifer: Me on the what now? Charlie, why should I care about whatever is going on with those sinners? Their... you know... sinners.

Charlie: Dad, please? Our guests are sinners. We need them to be safe. So please. Look into this for me? Even just a little bit?

Lucifer sighed. He really didn't want to do this. But, seeing the hopeful, pleading look on his daughters face, eventually changed his mind.

Charlie: Oh- thank you, dad, thank you!

Lucifer smiled as Charlie pulled into a hug. But when she felt and heard his back crack, she slowly put him down.

Charlie: S-Sorry dad!

Lucifer laughed through the pain: It's okay, Charlie - nothing I can't handle! I-I better start hunting a... whatever the fuck this is!

[inkykeiji]

hello good morning let’s all give him the forehead kisses he deserves ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

[slozhnos]

i think the most heartbreaking moment in childish things is winn and kara’s conversation at the docks bc like “no, you don’t really need me.” bit hurts me so much every time

[barghest-land]

the concept of dating scares me, what do u mean u met somewhere other than in the server of the dinosaur survival game

[hecksupremechips]

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩

[builtintripping]

Hey! I love the concept of your forgor AU, so I was wondering...

We kind of know the reactions to the Timmy's friends. But what about Crocker and the rest of the Evil Syndicate? Would they be happy? Or weirded out? Disappointed?

ooooHHH INTERESTING QUESTION!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!

I already answered about Crocker's reaction, but basically he only vaguely rembers Timmy having Fairy Godparents. Da Rules affected him somehow but not as directly as on Timmy since he's still passionate about hunting fairies down whether Timmy's involved or not. Sooooo he's still salty around the kid. He just targets him less than he used to.

As for the rest, they probably don't even notice (or care) about Timmy forgoring lawl. If they did, it would be convenient for them cause that's one less ally of their nemesis should the Syndicate and the NU Gang ever engage in battle once again. Unless they actually turned into a new leaf, which could yield interesting results...

[readymades2002]

if i might bitch about work for a second: yesterday was hellishly bad despite being able to keep up with it and i found out that apparently our department made 4600 dollars yesterday which is making me angry beyond belieffffffff

[thatfaerieprincess]

Feel free to skip on past this, I’ve just gotta ramble for a minute bc i cant stop thinking about this kid from work last week. They were so much like me at that age (5-6th grade) that I didn’t know how to interact with them? I didn’t know what to say to them bc I don’t know what I needed to hear back then, what I would’ve WANTED to hear? What would I have even listened to? They were almost entirely silent and looked out at the world with a hesitant curiosity, but would pull back so fast as soon as you tried to interact w them. Little to no eye contact, face hidden in hair, always looking down, following others until they could strike off on their own and just quietly explore. Intently focusing on drawing any chance they got. We did an art project and they hunched over their piece the entire time and wouldn’t let any of us see it in progress, refusing to look up or acknowledge us if we asked to see it or to know what it was. Idk. I barely interacted w them while they were with us for those few days bc I didn’t know how? It almost hurt to try? It was like looking back into a time machine and i didn’t know how to tell them that it does get better,,, I still don’t even know if where I am is better, some days feel so unsure that I don’t think I’ve made any progress at all. But seeing that kid, idk. I’ve come pretty far. And it DOES get better. Maybe it’s not the best now, or even that great at all, but it’s better. I wish I could’ve told them but I don’t think they’d have wanted to hear it anyway

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Re: Descant and the rest of that series:

Is there a scene or idea you'd really-really love to include in it but can't, for whatever reason?

;__; I cherish this ask in my little hands like a soft bird, thank you so much for asking!!!

I mean, the answer is existentially horrifying, because: I have a full whole another story that goes into the "Child Timeline" version of the events of Descant (so the one that goes to MM's and Twilight Princess). I am unbelievably giddy about some of the ideas that are in there in terms of character development and just, Moments. It is the main daydream I am cursed with right now.

I have written test scenes and like, monologues and stuff that I just reread yesterday and went "shiiiit that goes haaard", so, pretty into it. It is roughly outlined.

The outline is 5k long.

So, beyond not really thinking it is realistic for me to dive into a 100k epic dark fantasy story about the nature of power and survival and responsability when I *already* have a series of science-fiction that I really love and want to finish going on, my ideas for this story are often incredibly visual, which is pretty rare for me; and so I have a lot of trouble imagining it as anything but a comic or a series, because of the external point of view and everything it allows that internal PoV (even multiple PoVs) can only approximate. Both options are literally ridiculous.

So I am indeed cursed to writhe about this story in my heart and be reasonable and *not* commit to it.

:(((((((

[carmenlire]

I can’t get Jaewon and the eighth sense out of my head because i see so much of myself in him. The way he’s always there for his friends, even to the detriment to himself. and it doesn’t have to be anything tragic. it’s going out and getting drunk and putting on that mask every day. it’s getting out of your own head long enough to realize that your friend is going through it and you need to care.

i’ve only watched it once but it’s in the way depression can, occasionally, manifest as a sort of manic episode. like you’re so empty and numb but 1) you can’t let anyone find out 2) you decide you’re going to be better. just like that, through sheer force of will. and so Jaewon smiles brightly and meets with friends and greets teachers and does a bang-up job of acting like he’s perfect he’s fucking perfect but inside there’s just nothing there. or maybe it’s not that there’s nothing there-- it’s that there’s so much but he can’t access it, he’s afraid to touch it because if he does then it will overwhelm him.

Jaewon has a lot of trauma and circumstances that definitely didn’t help his mental health but Jihyun was the breath of fresh air he desperately needed. and not in a Jihyun saved Jaewon kinda way but in the way that this new person broke up the monotony, showed him it was okay to reach out for help that, there was at least one person he didn’t have to hide from.

and just-- 10/10 to this show for showing that Jaewon very much struggles with depression-- he takes antidepressants, he sees a therapist, and even with those tools (and Jihyun) he isn’t magically cured. he can still sink low. that this kinda shit is cyclical and you can try your best but it can still be hard, you can still suffer, you will still have to drag yourself back up from underwater. but you can do it. because you’ve done it before.